Malta

[peace_inthe_violence]

This is a fairy tale of blood and bullets
It is the story of three men and three women and a small island between Italy and Africa.
This is a story about tragedy and pain, about healing and hope, but mostly it is about
love.

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[transfuge]

Booker sighed heavily. "I can't promise I won't try to get away," he said softly, looking off in the middle distance. "When that grief hits me it's very hard to fight. I get so tired."

That was really it, actually. Booker tired to fight it but it was exhausting. It hurt. It was easier to surrender and let it drag him down instead. In that tired state he didn't care that he hurt them when he drew back. He convinced himself it was better for them.

And he knew Andy would understand. She was just stronger and able to fight. "But I'm not going anywhere right now. Unless you wanted to go inside and find a bed so we have more space for activities."

[orgilotes]

"It's not the getting away I'm concerned about," she murmured, catching his gaze again and wrapping her arm around his waist. "I know it's tiring, and it hurts. But you know we're here when you need us, and want us."

Andy rested her head against his chin, nuzzling into his chest gently. "No extra activities necessary yet, but we'll see about later," she chuckled. "Just let me hold you for a while."

[transfuge]

That was the difficult part when it really hit him. Booker wanted nothing and cared for nothing except occasionally his next drink. They could talk about it another time though. She's relaxed and he wanted her to stay that way.

"Oh, I had no plans to move anywhere," he said with a little chuckle. "Stay as long as you'd likeM mon guerrier."

He would stay right here with her as long as she wanted.

[orgilotes]

She snorted at the pet name and poked her knuckle into Booker's ribs gently.

"Oh, I'm yours now?" she asked, gentling down with a smile and tilting her head up. "Nap with me, Book."

[transfuge]

"And I'm yours." He squirmed away from the poke but there wasn't much room so he couldn't get far. No tickling.

A nap wasn't a bad idea though. He nuzzled against her hair, made sure their legs were tangled together and he had a firm hold of her.

"Sure thing, boss." He closed his eyes and settled his breathing to drift off.